Fortunately, the little one did not inherit his mother's artistic genes.
Seeing Xu Jingxi return, Hengli calmly dropped the snowball, politely took the Warm Handkerchief from Uncle Zhou to wipe his hands clean, and then walked up to Xu Jingxi.
Looking up with his little head, a small kitten stood beside him, both tilting their heads upwards.
Xu Jingxi constantly reminisced about the little girl who had followed him for many years.
Hengli asked, "Father, did you come to take me back to Dongshan Villa? Grandpa promised to come back and have dinner with me tonight. Can I wait for Grandpa?"
Clearly of a tender age, he spoke logically with a clear and articulate voice.
This was due to his genetics and the nurturing from the family since he was young.
Xu Yi was very busy but he had established places to stay, dine, and live safely; once Hengli could speak and walk, he tended to indulge in Hengli's requests whenever he had time.
